The wailing sailing ship rolled industrial seasAnd the crew felt jilted by the Boston and LondonOwner masters. We need to increase our share.For are we not the ones who toil the stony Seas, who climb and fall monotonous motion waves?Did we not, just last week, farewell mates young and true?Sun burnt, wind burnt, cold burnt, salt burnt the crew flaredIn impious revolt, and hacked about and threw Christian captain headless over wave splashed side.Face down the sand the entrance to the inlet.Earth of the sun made his corpse swell and hotter he grew.And vigorous came shining greenery and plants,And ingenious came signing birds and stowawayCreatures, soon he was covered with sandy life. On the crew sailed on to fabulous islandsOf the Brazilian freedom coast where lived legionSquads and ships of freebooters and ragamuffins,Building families, enlightenment wealth promise,Made for all in harmony and with equality. Wisely had the masters insured again lost loot.Boston and London slept no gains. And the cautionTo this day still sleep guards the inlet. Dreaming songsRemembering cloudless bells to jingle the sea foamRolling endless up and down ocean sand shore.

The old woman tosses and shakes her long wet hair,The gardens of kelp swaying the turbulent seas.Feared by some she dances and leaps playful dolphins.Wandering sand songs and bells and haunts ancientWalking the beach she reads and deciphers fortunesTo come, births and deaths into the future. The shapeOf the foam the sounds of rolling swells and sea shells.

Around about midnight piss down rain storm.First day night at the bench hours. BucketsOf tears slashing the keys lashing all things.Fleshy frightening and tumble foundlings.Cold coffee left out cause twitchy bitesOf buzzing small insects. Dawn breach rising.

Too much rain for a rhythm falling Too much noise to hear. They called to join.Too much rain splashing and slashing windToo much noise to make a melody.Blood sucking insects they swell and next feed.Too strong a storm for a rhythm to emerge.They called her over. And now crest fallen,Tear welling, her panties around her ankles,The older girls laugh at the cruel joke sprung.

School stream school - nearly one in the morning.Weapons drawn? Will this knight ever end?